Shooting Stars

So many things happen in life That cause us pain, anguish, or strife Things that make us question Him Be it loss, or love, or sin Moments pass when we’re astray Confused, consumed, cornered, at bay Yet if we can stay the course There exists an age old force Something that comes from within But … More Shooting Stars

The Spark

Tipping points Just what are they? A phenomenon that doesn’t play They serve as words you need not say Their meaning scoffed, and tucked away It’s easy to go through the motions As if we’ve brewed naive cold potions That way we can brush the rug But really it’s a hole we’ve dug It’s effortless … More The Spark

Fitting In

Squares in squares, circles sit, triangles are full of it They all know just what they are; defined, described, a shooting star They all have a place to be A place that holds them, place that keeps Keeps the hardened world outside The high, the low, the any tide Normalcy is what they’re fed Waking … More Fitting In

The Book of Job

Never have I ever longed for cold and bleak December, no, that month is writhe with all my plight, it holds the worst things I remember There is but one day I yearn, it is on the twenty-third, ‘tis a day when children pray and do things that which they all learn But underneath that … More The Book of Job

My Small Sparrow

Days of old, days anew Days we have to think things through There is no shame in loss, regret We do the things we can, and yet Something else is always there Something else to burden, bear Something that we set our eyes Something reaching to the skies No one knows what lies ahead The … More My Small Sparrow